The van pulled into a warehouse that was about 1000 square feet. The garage door closed behind them, and Kristina found herself alone with the six boys. One of them pulled the thong off her head so she could see again, and the six of them filed out of the van, pulling her with them. It was dark, and Kristina could not make out much of anything that was not directly in front of her.

Several of the boys set to stripping her down. "Hands above your head," one of them ordered. She immediately obeyed. They pulled her tank top up over her head and unhooked her bra. One of the black guys held her hands tight while the Asian guy applied a pair of leather cuffs to her wrists. As they were attached, one of the Hispanic guys grabbed the butt plug in her mouth and said "open." Kristina allowed him to pull out the plug.

Near the entrance, someone flicked on a light, and the entire warehouse flooded with brightness. As Kristina's eyes adjusted, she noticed a variety of contraptions scattered throughout the room, each clearly with sexual specifications. The boys were pulling her to a pair of posts in the middle of the room. The top of the posts were connected by a chain, and from the chain extended a metal hook.

Before she even knew what was happening, the boys had her leather cuffs attached to the hook, and they pulled her up until the heels of her feet came off the ground. She was now quite a sight to behold. This beautiful, perky brunette hanging from her hands, completely bare, her sweet, supple breasts proudly introducing themselves to the room.

"Guys, you don't have to do this. I will willing let you all fuck me." "Come on now, sweet Kristina. You trust us enough to let us take you somewhere and gang bang you, but you don't trust us enough to tie you up?" "You aren't going to hurt me, are you?" she asked. "No, of course not..." answered the white guy. "Well," reconsidered one of the Latinos, "We're not going to kill you anyway." All the guys laughed while Kristina squirmed in her bonds.

One of the black men came up directly in front of her. "Besides," he said, "We have unfinished business." Kristina looked up into his face for the first time and realized it was Chavar. She remembered his enormous cock from Marci's dorm room. "I never got a shot at that ass. Tonight, we fix that."

He and all the other guys stripped themselves naked. Chavar was only semi erect, but he was still as big as either Brandon or Tony. He inched his way against her and stuck his elephant trunk between her legs. He did not push up into her pussy, but rather let it rest beneath it, teasing it and she squirmed around it.

Kristina noticed the Asian guy pick up a long, wooden paddle and walk behind her. She was very nervous, but could not do anything about any of it. "Sluts like you deserve to be punished," he whispered in her ear. And with that, he reared back and slapped the paddle on her bare ass. She gasped as the sound of wood on flesh echoed throughout the warehouse. Her pussy ground up the length of Chavar's shaft as she swung forward in response.

He grinned right into her face as she swung back, covering his cock in glowing pussy juice. Another slap, and the whole process repeated itself. Kristina was completely at their mercy, enduring both the searing pain of the paddle and the pleasure of Chavar's dick nestled against her pussy. All of the guys had jerked their cocks to full attention and were turned on by her face, almost resisting the pleasure out of shame.

Kristina's nipples brushed against Chavar's chest hair as he stood stoically in front of her. As they rubbed, they extended and hardened, becoming increasingly sensitive. From the table where they grabbed the paddle, one of the Latinos grabbed a pair of nipple clamps and brought them over. "Here you go, chica. Lets try these on for size," he slithered.

"Noooo!!" Kristina pleaded as the first one fastened into place on her right nipple. She watched in horror as he clipped the left one on. "Too tight?" he asked. She nodded, biting her lip and clenching her eyes. "Too bad. You will just have to get used to it."

Kristina's breaths quickened as she tried to grow accustomed to the pain. She was distracted only by the dick between her legs and the steady pounding of the paddle on her ass. She noticed a rhythm to his smacks, each separated by about five seconds, and began successfully timing them. Just before each swing, she would clench her butt cheeks together, easing the sting.

The tightness this brought to her thighs made Chavar rock hard, but there was no way he was going to cum this early. As he grew, his cock head brushed against the opening to Kristina's pussy. As the next smack came down on her ass, she raised her feet off the ground, supported only by the cuffs, and wrapped her legs around Chavar's waist. The thrust of the paddle helped push her pussy about three inches down his cock.

The guys were all amazed by her desire ability and desire to fuck even through all the torture. They could not wait to get their dicks in her, but still loved watching the show in front of them.

Kristina tried to tilt her head forward and lock lips with Chavar, but he just laughed. He reached behind her and pulled her hair down, forcing her head back so that she was staring up at the roof. With his other hand, he tapped the chain between her nipple clamps, distending them further and causing her to yelp.

The Asian guy put down his paddle and approached her from behind. He rubbed his hands all over her now red ass. It stung a bit, and her flinching only wedged her further up Chavar's dick. "OK boys," he said. "I think she is ready to suck some cock."

He pulled her tight to him, reached up with his left hand and unclipped her cuffs, freeing them from the hook, and separated them from each other. Her arms instinctively collapsed around his neck, wearing from supporting her body weight for the last ten minutes. Chavar carried her back to the group and told her to stand up. She lowered her feet to the ground and slid off his dick.

One of the Latinos laid on the ground and held his dick erect. "Sit that pussy on this cock, you fucking bitch," he demanded. Kristina did not wish to obey him, so she spread her legs on either side of him, facing away, and knelt to the floor. She guided his dick into her pussy and sat all the way down on it.

The other five guys formed a circle around them with the other black guy right in front of her. He held his dick in front of her face and she opened her mouth, not needing to be told. He forced his hard dick onto her warm, wet tongue and began thrusting in and out. The white guy and the other Latino were on her right and left, and they each pulled one f her hands right to their cocks. Again, not needing to be told, she started jerking them.

As the black guy assaulted her mouth, he reached down and grabbed the chain on her nipple clamps and pulled up on them. This sent a searing jolt through her tits, and she let go of the cocks to support her breasts, easing her pain. "Whoa there, slut. Get your hands back on these dicks," said the Latino she had been jerking.

She easily let go of her breasts, her nipples still being held up by the clamps, and gingerly set to stroking their cocks again. After a minute or so, everyone in the circle rotated one position, so that she was now sucking the Latino she had been jerking, jerking the black guy who had been in her mouth, and now jerking the Asian guy. Chavar just supervised the entire operation.

The Latino she was riding spread her ass and stuck his thumb past her sphincter. "Oh yeah, chica...I'm gonna loosen you up, bitch." Kristina bucked wildly against him as she continued to get face-fucked by the Latino in front of her.

All of the guys continued to rotate until each of them had been sucked off by the submissive brunette. Kristina was gasping for air, both because she just had five dicks crammed down her throat and because the Latino beneath her was DPing her with his thumb and smacking her sensitive ass.

They all backed away and the Latino pushed her off his dick. She fell forward on the floor, her tits scraping against the concrete. She worked her way up to her hands and knees, trying to catch her breath. The Asian guy grabbed her arms and pulled her elbows behind her back, and the white guy clasped her cuffs back together.

A new hook was attached to her cuffs and swung over a rafter. They pulled down on the other end of the rope, cranking her arms up behind her back. She quickly put her feet on the ground as her arms were pulled higher towards the ceiling. Once the rope and her arms were perfectly straight, perpendicular to the floor, one of the boys pushed her vibrating dildo back into her pussy.

She was powerless against them as they again circled her in her prone position. Chavar gripped her ass and pressed the tip of his cock against her slightly gaping hole. He spit down into it, knowing that it would take a lot of lubrication to fit, and smeared his dick with his saliva. He forced his dick at he hole until he overcame her sphincter.

Kristina's jaw hung agape, in stunned, painful silence, as the biggest cock she had ever taken invaded her ass. "Please," she cried, but before she could get out anything else, another cock was stuffed in her mouth. Her position was such that by pulling her hair so that she was facing forward, a dick could easily slide into her throat. The black guy in her mouth took advantage of this, pulling her hair back and gripping her chin so that he could plug her throat with his dick.

Kristina gagged and tried to breathe through her nose, but even the most rudimentary facility proved difficult in her current state. Chavar continued to push deeper into her ass. She felt fuller than ever, but he was still only half way in.

As they attacked both ends of her body, the dildo continued to vibrate inside her, doing its best to make her cum. It was the only source of pleasure in an otherwise painful body. Chavar's cock burned in her ass, her throat was struggling to accept the dick in her mouth, and her shoulders were wrenched behind her.

Her knees started to buckle as she came short of breath, and only when did one of the guys point out that she looked like she was going to faint did the guy pull out of her mouth. She pulled in the deepest rush of air she had ever taken and the color started to come back to her face.

Chavar was not about three inches from bottoming out, but he did not think he could get any deeper. He slowly pulled out, which, to Kristina's surprise, hurt just as much as his pushing in. There was so much friction, the only sensation she felt was burning. "Slowly, please...Ohhhh, Goddddd," she moaned as his head came close to her opening. He pushed all the way back in in one movement, holding onto her bucking hips so she didn't collapse.

The other black guy pushed back into her mouth as the Asia moved towards the table of tricks. He emerged with a small weighted hook, and smirked as he attached it to the nipple clamp chain. Kristina winced as her nipples were pulled further towards the floor. Not an obscene amount, just enough to cause pain.

"Damn, this bitch is tight," laughed Chavar. "She won't be in a few minutes, I think," said the white guy. Everybody laughed except for Kristina, who wouldn't have laughed even if there weren't a giant cock in her mouth. She was legitimately worried that her asshole would never be the same.

Nevertheless, as her anal passage adjusted to the enormity of Chavar, she experienced less pain, and could focus on the vibrator in her pussy. She was absolutely full, and the vibrator was pressing hard on her clit. To the surprise of everyone including herself, she approached orgasm. All of the guys laughed as they watched their captive cum in her restraints.

Kristina squirted cum out of her pussy and onto the floor behind her. Some of it landed on Chavar's legs, so he wiped it up with his hands and smeared it on her ass. "I think she has had enough of this position. How do you guys want her?" he asked the two Latinos. "Just set her on the floor," one of them said.

Chavar unhooked her cuffs and eased her to the floor, the vibrator still rocking her pussy. She laid on her side, delirious, as the two Latinos approached her. They knelt at both ends of her body and immediately filled the holes left vacant by the black guys. The one in her ass lifted her right leg up in the air so the other guys could watch his dick plow into her asshole.

Meanwhile the guy in her mouth was holding her head on the ground and fucking her furiously. Kristina immediately recalled her first night of debauchery with Brandon and Tony, the last time she was face fucked like this. She could not have believed their blackmail would have led her here. "Oy, mami...you are so fucking wet!"

Kristina knew it, and wanted to rub her clit some more, but her hands were still cuffed behind her back. She again began to mount towards an orgasm, but once the guy in her ass started to sense it, he pulled out the dildo. "This isn't about you, bitch. You don't cum again until I do." Kristina could do nothing about it, nor could she protest. She was all plugged up.

"Lather these balls, baby," said the guy in her mouth as he pulled out and pushed his scrotum towards her. She craned her neck and extended her tongue towards her hairy target. His hair and musk gagged her a little, and as she convulsed her ass spasmed, clenching tight around the dick inside it. The guy almost erupted, but slowed his motion in time so that he could hold out.

The guy at her head twisted her face upwards and sat his balls inside her mouth. She closed her lips around them and flicked her tongue around. 'What else could she do?' the thought to herself. As she licked his balls, the other guy resumed sliding in and out of her ass. The guy in her mouth unclipped her nipple clamps, and the blood rushed back towards them, flushing them with color and sensitivity. He grabbed each of her nipples between his thumb and middle fingers, squeezing them tight and pulling them upwards.

The guys heard Kristina's muffled scream from around the balls in her mouth and chuckled. They loved her suffering. The other guy started smacking her already glowing red ass with the palm of his hand. All of this pressure and pain made her squirm and shiver, stimulating the cocks more. They both pulled out so that they would not cum.

The final pairing approached her and pulled her up by her hair. They led her over to a chair that had a dildo planted on the base, sticking up, and ordered her to sit down on it, facing the back of the chair.

Kristina straddled it and slid the shaft into her pussy. The white guy took her ass and the Asian her mouth and she returned to her obligatory motions. The Asian presented a remote control and turned the power switch to "on," and Kristina was stunned to feel the dildo start pumping in and out of her pussy. The white guy pushed into her ass when the dildo retracted, and vice versa. They were like pistons in her pussy and ass, and she was overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Ohhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" she screamed as another orgasm overtook her. All the guys were impressed. They were all ready to cum.

The white guy and Asian pulled out of her wet holes and lifted her off the chair. "On your knees," they said. Kristina worked her way down slowly, her hands still behind her back, until she was in position. One by one, the boys approached her and unloaded their cum on her face.

By the time Chavar approached her, the other five guys had glazed her face, and remnants had fallen onto her beautiful tits, stomach and knees. He jerked off above her, although she could only sense him as her eyes were clenched tight. When he was ready to cum, he ordered her "suck this load down your throat, bitch."

Kristina opened her lips and enclosed them around his dick. "Suck it, whore. Suck out that cum." Kristina sucked at his cock like a vacuum. His cum shot out of his dick like a rocket, flooding her throat and suffocating her. She gasped for air, but he continued to impale her, holding the back of her head. As she was fighting for breath, he pinched her nose shut.

After a few seconds of futile wiggling, Kristina passed out. Chavar pulled out and let her limp body collapse to the floor.

When Kristina came to, she was back in her dorm room. Dry cum was caked all over her body, with thick layers of it on her face, practically gluing her eyes shut. She did not know how the boys knew where to take her, or how they got into her room. She did not know who saw them take her there.

She inspected the clock. 2am. Good chance no one else was awake. She allowed herself to get comfortable in bed, too drained to get up and clean herself off. She fell back asleep with the memory of that night flooding through her mind.